It is late evening in the small town of Pearlburgh, Rurtul Rastar the mayor of this small town is sitting reading a book with food and drink at the side. The room is filled with warmth as flames from the nearby fireplace crackle in the background. Suddenly banging can be heard from the front door of this estate. Mr. Raster puts his book on the end table next to the chair and gets up. Eating so much beforehand he habbles on over to the front door and opens it. It was another man, hooded, and had his face hidden. “This better be bloody important, I am a very busy man.” Raster said trying to improve this posture. “Boss, the wife of Gary is starting to ask questions, trying to hire someone to find her husband…” The cloaked figure whispers. “What a pain, that She-Goat can have a little accident tonight then, maybe a poisonous snake somehow got into her home.” Raster says signing.” Using Gary as a scapegoat was a smart idea but i never imagined he had such a tenacious wife. No matter do your job, I must return to business.”

The cloaked figure nods and walks off, as Raster closes and locks the door. He returns to his seat ands relaxs for a moment. “After cleaning up a few more lose ends, I am going to be swimming in the gold that I deserve!” Raster proclaimed to himself as he reaches for his book. “Hmm?” Raster noticed the book was missing from the end table. Thinking it fell behind the chair he got up to check. Upon noticing it wasn’t there Rastar felt a sudden pain on his back and he falls over. After a brief moment he notices there is blood on the floor as his vision fads.

Standing over him was a hooded figure dressed in an Green cloak staring down at Raster bleeding out on the floor. This person leans down and pulls out the dagger that is deep inside Raster’s flesh and then quickly searches the room for any expensive items or money. Upon hearing voices outside, the hooded figure then leaves the building and walks away. This person then carefully walks across town avoiding lit up areas and locations that are active at this time of night; until a few hours later they reach a small run down shack, hidden behind a treeline. A middle aged women leaves the hut and takes note of the Green Cloaked figure. She get startled but then beckes them inside. Upon entering the person pulls down their hood revealing a young blonde haired women with Emerald colored eyes. Her hair is short and unkept, and she shows a cold expression towards the middle aged women. “Well what did you find out.. Miss…. Assassin?” the women says courageously. “First show me that you can pay me.” The Blonde Assassin says leaning back on the wall. The other women then pulls out a bag filled with copper and silver coins from under a floorboard and presents it to the assassin. “Good… now than, it seems like your husband caught wind of the Mayor’s dealing some local outlaws, so he was silenced it seems.” The middle age falls down onto a nearby chair and starts to cry. The assassin then grabs the bag of coin and starts to count. “Now sadly this isn’t enough, since I also did you an extra favor of getting rid of the man who ordered your husbands death. So I am demanding extra for this job.” The woman is taken back, she was going though sorrow from the confirmation of her husband’s death, and with the hatred she had wanting Raster dead. Such hatred was washed away with this information. “That is everything I have, I sold mostly everything my husband had to make that money…”

The door swings open as three men walk in. “Sorry for bargin’ in Missy, ya goin’ to be gettin in our way so we gotta’ take care of ya… oh? Who’s this?” As one of the men looks over to the Assassin. “I’m just some Drifter hired by this good for nothing that can’t even pay well.” The assassin signs, and slouches. The man pulls a knife and walks over to her. “Well aren’t ya a pretty thing, too bad the boss wants us to clean up loose ends here.” As he goes to stab her in the waist. The Assassin then parries the blow and stabs him instead. In the same moment she dashes over to the other two and makes slashes at their necks with her daggers. She lands the slash on one of them but misses the other. The last man standing jumps back as he pulls out a broadsword and slashes back at her. They both exchange blows cutting each other up until the only the female assassin remained standing, but not before the man was able to land a stab into her arm.

The assassin quickly sits on the ground and quickly reaches for a pouch on her belt for wrapping for her cuts and gaping wound on her arm. The middle aged women still in the same room slowly regained her senses as she went into a state of fear as the fighting broke out. Takes the situation in and notices the women on the ground has her back turned as she is covering her wounds. The middle aged women slowly grabs a frying pan on a nearby table and slowly walks up to to the other women and slams the pan onto her head knocking her down. “S-sorry but you were to drain me of everything I had left…” as she runs out of the house screaming and making a scene. “D-damn it that backstabber… if she turns me…. I’ll kill her….” The wounded women whispers under her breath as she starts to get up. Her vision is blurry from blood loss and bash to the head as she starts walking into the woods.

Ater many hours of walking the sun finally rose as the woods are filled with morning light. The assassin knowing even though she did the right thing for the town she was betrayed yet again. She sits and leans against a nearby tree hoping to gain well earned rest.